Young Buck - A Lotta Bodiez lyrics

[Verse 1: Hambino] Certified boss, C.T.N. millionaire Knock a n***a off, drop twenty racks on his head Cheapest bricks going, b**h I got it snowing Count it, two mil large, money overflowing n***as plotting on my life, trying to earn stripes They got one time, cause if they miss, they mama die the same night This city mine, [?], cause we don't pay the same price They can't eat unless I feed 'em, success overnight Now these hoes, they love hoes, love p**y, love me And these owners, they know owners that own clubs love me Cause they knowing when I hit the door, I know how to party And every n***a 'round Hambino got a lot of bodies [Hook: Young Buck] Flag hanging, riding with my top down Trap banging, chopper hold a hundred rounds b**hes everywhere, they say I know how to party And every n***a 'round me, got a lot of bodies A lot of bodies [x2] Teardrop tattoos, that's a lot of bodies A lot of bodies [x2] Y'all know our attitude, f** everybody [Verse 2: Young Buck] Back to the basics, b**h I think I'm Yo Gotti Maserati, two-seater, but it's four bodies I can get your face blown and the case gone My goons on speed dial, it won't take long I'ma wait for 'em, set my bait for 'em Happy birthday, b**h, bake a cake for 'em Have that homicide looking in the lake for 'em While Smith Brothers working trying to find a date for 'em I know old k**ers, never been caught Cut-throat, even knock they own friends off The feds hate it but the b**hes love it She said she only f**ing with the one that really does it It's Buck [Hook] [Hook 2: Hambino] I'm in Dodge City Each and every day You got a problem with me, b**h I'm coming with that K It's C.T.N., homie, there is no other way f** what you claim, we'll send you p**y n***as to your grave In Dodge City Projects [x3] We built for war, you broke-a** n***as ain't prepared yet [Verse 3: Hambino] [?] is my n***a, [?] and we miss you Ham never goes with you, Dodge City bricks along with you Fake n***as, forget you, and they don't even love the hood f** around and get hit up, I'm 'bout to get it, understood Y'all remember [?], well b**h, what about [?] All we know is that k**ing sh**, f** your hood you hoes ain't worthy Free my n***a [?], the DA got him twenty-five Riding for his n***a, that's that real sh**, cause we do-or-die Gives a f** about who would try, this just between you and I Boy, I know your true side, cross that line and you will die f** with me is suicide, you ain't on my level, cuh Beefing with the truer living, God will buy you double, cuh [Hook 2]